Autumn is a conflicted season in the Bay Area. We play at the beach while the snow covers the mountains. T-shirts at the Thanksgiving table (at least some tables). The golden hills turn green. Leaves fall amidst the blooming flowers. There is always a touch of spring here, always something new, always growth. But some leaves still color and then fall.
On the east coast people speak of the “fall colors” and loving the seasons we don’t really have here. We do have seasons and beautiful leaves…we just need to look a little harder. And if we want winter, we will just have to drive to the mountains…😉